As you took a seat near Antonio, you felt a small hand stroking your back. A bit surprised at this, you looked back to face a man with blonde hair, what looked like a beard, wearing a dark purple coloured suit. ''Francis?'' you asked squinting your eyes as you looked at him. ''Ah Mon Amour~ you finally realized it was me'' he reaches his arms wide open to attempt a hug and kiss but you turn around and returned your attention on Antonio. Francis fell to the ground, his face kissing the floor. ''So Antonio, what brings you to a place like this?'' you asked, ignoring the loud thud to the ground. Antonio turns to you and smiles, ''Life's been really depressing lately for everyone you know? It's the people around me that get me down so I decided to come here. I don't come here often, but it's not that bad'' he laughed. ''I guess you're right'' your face brightened red at his smile; you fell for Antonio as soon as you knew him. He was such a good guy; he was honest and you never saw the smile leave his face. As you began to look at his face again, you caught his hand on another woman's shoulders. He smiled as he introduced this woman to be of his ''love''. Your heart sank as you heard this. ''Love . You guys look really cute together~'' you lied. Your smile began to fade. ''You know actually, it's getting really late, I'm gonna leave for today. I'll see you later maybe, okay?'' you told Antonio as you grabbed your bag on the counter. You began to make your way to the exit of the bar. Tears filled your eyes as you went out. You tried your best to keep them from dropping, but you couldn't help yourself. ''His love she's really beautiful. I bet she's more beautiful than me '' as you turned back to glance at the bar, you saw a man with silver coloured hair enter. He was loud and announced that ''the Awesome me has arrived!''.

You began to keep walking through the dark streets alone. More tears began to fall as you continued to think about Antonio. You stopped to look around; you turned left and saw your reflection in the mirror. ''Ugly that's how I feel I feel so ugly I am ugly '' you were enraged. You began to walk more sternly, attempting to comfort yourself by telling things such as ''he's not even good enough for you'' or ''he was too blind to see how much you loved him''. All those didn't work. After a while, you continued down the roads and decided to commit suicide. You stopped for a bit near a busy boulevard. ''If I do this then no one will really care about me anyways right that's good'' you took a step, looked both ways and decided to keep on walking. You heard cars beeping in the streets and as you looked to your right you saw a bright light. For you thought was the end of your life, you bent down on your knees, closed your eyes, and screamed. ''__________! Mon amour, what are you doing in the streets like this? You would've gotten hit; you would've been killed'' states a man with a French accent. By this you knew this was Francis. ''Leave me alone Francis I want to die '' you covered your ears and began walking away towards the other cars. He stopped his car and got out, chasing after you. Before you walked towards the front of a huge bus, he stopped you. ''Don't do this who else would I give these lovely fleurs to?'' he took you by the hand and took you to his car. ''I'm not going to hurt you '' he told you honestly. You sat in the passenger seat near him as he drove. ''Tell me what's wrong Mon amour'' he glanced over at you. You sat there quietly. He began to frown a bit as he looked over at you. ''I know that you think I am a pervert, but I tell you that I am not!'' he sighed, ''if only you knew how much you mean to me '' You stayed quiet crossing your arms over your chest. You hated him, you hated Antonio, and you hated everyone. ''Ah you know when I saw you it was le coup de foudre'' he sighed. Tears began down your eyes again as you started out the window. ''Now now, Mon Amour don't start crying again here I will say it '' he stopped the car near your house. He took you in his arms; you couldn't fight it. He was the only one that cared left. You cried into his shoulders. He ran his fingers through your hair and patted your back. ''_________.... Je t'aime'' he held you closer. Your heart pounded, ''Je t'aime that means I love you ''

''and I mean it '' a smile was put on both your faces. You hugged him closer. ''Moi aussi, Je t'aime ''

You know what I hate? I saw this and instantly fell in love with it and then I read some other France X Reader insert and it literally sucked so bad. France was so OOC. Then I saw that your story had like, 100 less favorites than it. IT JUST PISSES ME OFF THAT GOOD STORIES LIKE THIS DON'T GET AS MUCH ATTENTION AS THE SUPER SUCKY ONES. LIKE, WTH?!?!?!?!?

That's really good for you I only know some spanish but I'm learning it in my spare time. After doing these stories I learn from google and little by little I learn the language. I have more knowledge of Japanese but I hardly use it to speak.